Yup, it is that time of the month again! Time for Snippets of a Story over at Katie's Blog. Zee rules are here, and now let us begin!
So how could Aidan tell him that she was scared of fires? And yes, she. For dad the firefighter didn’t have a son. He had a daughter. A daughter with a name she had only ever heard used for boys except for herself, a daughter who almost hated her father's profession, and a daughter who was scared of fire. A daughter named Aidan, which meant “Little Fire.” ~Fireman's Daughter.
“Daddy and Uncle Frank were killed,” Annie whispered, picking at her shoelace.
“I know. But that was because their ship sank in a storm. It had nothing to do with wars or anything.”
“Then why were you drafted?
“This is just a precaution, because of the war in Europe. Lots of young men are getting drafted just in case we get pulled into the war. Besides, I’ll be in Pearl Harbor, at the naval base there. I might never come into contact with that war at all, especially not if we don't get involved.”
Annie wiped the tears away that insisted on creeping up to her eyes. “Oh. I see.” She pulled herself out of the hollow and started walking towards the creek.
She started at the water, trying to calm herself, but the tears kept coming until they conquered and streamed down her face, tickling her nose and dribbling into her mouth.
Jacob put a hand on her shoulder. “Annie? I’m sorry.” ~Pearl Harbor Story.
Pa and Zach walked across the yard toward the house. Zach was smiling once more, and talking animatedly about something. And pa? Pa was smiling too, and his hand was on Zach’s shoulder. ~Home on the Frontier.
The three neighbors sat on their various porches and contorted their faces into different positions. Carl’s was in a blank, gaping stare, Karl’s was twisted up in an expression almost identical to a fish with appendicitis, (or, how one would look it had appendicitis) and Tracey was trying desperately to conceal her grin and failing miserably. All in all, they were a very interesting trio to look at. ~The Cars.
"In the 1800’s blacks were enslaved to single masters. Today they are enslaved to the nation, for America will not treat them as equals." ~Let Freedom Ring.
Back in the camp, the screams and shouts still rose to the air, drifting with the clouds and swooping with the birds as one person after another fell from the swipe of a sword of blast of a gun. And on the sand beside Sand Creek, a girl lay, asleep in a hazy mist of worries and fears. ~Friend or Foe?
“C’mon, Skipper. Let’s deliver the mail. But this time, let’s do it the right way.” ~Mail Time.